Friday, December 30, 2005

Abortion and Squatter's Rights

I rarely argue the subject of abortion with anyone but professed Christians anymore. It usually isn't worth the hassle. I do still peruse the comments that take place on abortion over at Vox's.

One man referred to a woman's body as 'her property', believing that means that a woman can do whatever she wants to the baby while it is inside her.

This made me think of terms like "possession is nine-tenths of the law" and "squatter's rights". I googled the latter term, and came up with a British website detailing their laws in regards to squatters. When applied to a baby during pregnancy, it became hilarious to me. No one else got it, though, so I'm wondering now if I've just got a really strange and warped sense of humor. Here are the excerpts I posted:

Squatting is when someone occupies an empty or abandoned property without the owner's permission, often without his knowledge and without any normal legal right to do so.

Genuine squatters cannot be moved without a court order.

Even so, the squatter has rights. Squatters cannot be evicted from premises without a court possession order, unless they leave voluntarily.

An important consideration is that a claim for possession is made within 28 days of becoming aware of the existence of squatters occupying your property. If you do not do this the judge will take into consideration whether you, as owner or landlord, should have known about the occupation sooner that you did.

Then, they have some tips for landlords, in order to avoid squatters:

Keeping properties securely looked when unoccupied.

Make regular visits yourself and monitor the situation carefully.

See? Substitute the scenario for one of an unplanned pregnancy. Can you imagine if we applied property laws to pregnancy?

(excerpts taken from this site.)

Stranded on a deserted island

This post is at Birdie's request, in response to her Reality Blogging Challenge.

The general premise is that I'm a homeschooling parent stranded on an island that is either uninhabited, inhabited by primitives, or recently taken over by space aliens. I've got a bag filled with a few sundry items and must find a way off the island using those items.

First off, I'll take uninhabited, thank you.

Now, she also offered the choice between a Robinson Crusoe style stranding (alone) or a Swiss Family Robinson style stranding (with my family).

If it were a Swiss Family Robinson, I don't think I'd be trying to leave the island. My husband, on the other hand, would be frothing at the mouth for civilization and his technology toys before an hour had passed.

So I'll go with the Robinson Crusoe scenario, as I'd actually have a reason to try and get off the island.

These are the items that I have:

A Bible
Apologia general science student book
Boy's Own Handbook (I chose this instead of Backyard Ballistics, though I'd never heard of either of these before).
Laura J. Numeroff's If You Give a Mouse a Cookie (which I've never read)
One G.A. Henty book (I'd never heard of him either, but there is no way I could choose just one of L.M. Montgomery's books. He sounds interesting, in any case - I'll see if I can get some of his books from the library.)
Two slightly overdue library books: Sid Fleischman's By the Great Horn Spoon! and Robin McKinley's Beauty - neither of which I've managed to get my hands on yet for my own personal copy.
A pocket sewing kit
One package of chenille stems and pompon balls
Two half-dried, half-used glue sticks
A plastic recorder
A kite string
A cheap, only slightly broken Swiss Army knife
An optic wonder (I had to google this, too)
A really ugly sweater
A copy of Mavis Beacon Teaches Typing

I have a feeling that I might be able to use some of that to make a large kite, that I would try to fly to attract the attention of passing planes. I'm not good with that sort of thing, though, so it's dubious as to whether or not it would really work. I could also take the optic wonder and try to signal passing planes with it.

Or - again using the optic wonder - I could set fire to lots of trees, a la Pirates of the Carribean, and hope that was enough to capture the attention of passing airplanes or ships. This appeals to the tiny pyro buried deep within.

Really, though, when it comes down to it, I'd just be doing a heck of a lot of praying, because my skills definitely do not lie in wilderness survival!

I'd just like to point out...

...that I have published four posts today, not including this one. So for those of you complaining that not enough is happening in the blogosphere right now - I'm doing my part!

Of course, if you still find my blog boring, then I can't help you. =P

Why Do I Watch This Crap?

When I get bored, I turn on the television. My taste in television isn't the greatest in the world - I am inordinately fond of crime shows like Law & Order and CSI.

So tonight I'm watching Law & Order: SVU, which I should learn to avoid because so far, almost every episode has pissed me off.

Tonight, a mother caught her daughter (15) in bed with her boyfriend (21). The mother tried to have the boyfriend prosecuted for statutory rape. That attempt failed, as the daughter would not submit to an examination and they had no other way of proving sexual intercourse. Alright.

Well, the mother ends up murdered and the daughter and her boyfriend hightail it out of town. They think the boyfriend murdered the mother, but it was really the daughter.

The first thing the defense tries is to pull out an obscure disease that is basically PMS x10. Paranoia, mood swings, migraines, loss of control, etc. The show references a case in England (which may or may not exist) in which a woman escaped murder charges by using that defense.

Now, let me take a little rabbit trail from the show here. First of all, this is utter bullshit. If someone cannot control themselves during their period, to the point of murdering their mother, they should certainly not be allowed back into society. If you won't kill them, then at least lock them away with all the other psychos that are a danger to normal, non-murdering people.

Back to the show - it turns out, that defense won't wash because the girl was in the part of her cycle where she experiences no symptoms from this disease. Okay - so they trot out the fact that the murdered mother was an alcoholic. Mind you, the mother didn't beat her daughter - she was just controlling, verbally abusive and neglectful. Hardly justification for killing her.

Well, one of the detectives (the female, go figure) had an alcoholic mother, so she's feeling all kinds of sympathy for the murderous daughter. She convinces the DA (also female) to plea bargain instead of completing an almost sure-fire prosecution. The DA goes along with it. The girl's lawyer - also female - questions the DA as to why she plea-bargained instead of prosecuting, when the jury was almost certain to convict on a second-degree murder charge. The DA points out the detective, and there's a big, emotional moment.

The girl goes to juvie for five years. She murders her mother, and she goes to juvie for five years - after which, she presumably gets to go be with her oh-so-loving boyfriend, who loved her so much he tried to help conceal the fact that she murdered her mother, and would have taken the rap for her if necessary.

See why this damnable show bothers me so much? They take morality and turn it into a big soup of emotions - Justice ain't blind, anymore - she's got on a big pair of rose-colored glasses.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any better

Three posts in one afternoon! Whew! Couldn't pass up this article, though.

Brit Jew Marries Dolphin

"I'm the happiest girl on earth," the bride said as she chocked back tears of emotion. "I made a dream come true, and I am not a pervert," she stressed.

The news will make my head explode

In addition to the article on Satanic jeans, I found this shining gem:

Lawsuit Alleges Discrimination Against Whites in Mississippi

Using the 1965 Voting Rights Act, the government has alleged that Brown and local elections officials discriminated against whites. It is the first time the Justice Department has ever claimed that whites suffered discrimination in voting because of race.

"When I read the letter, it was junk, you know, bogus," Brown told ABC News.


The Justice Department says Brown and local elections officials disenfranchised whites — challenging their voting status, rejecting their absentee ballots and telling voters to choose candidates according to race.


Brown says he has merely tried to keep white Republicans from voting in Democratic primaries. He says the lawuit is all political — an attempt to discredit him because the Democratic Party in eastern Mississippi has been doing so well at bringing new voters to the polls, which may mean someday soon that Mississippi, a red state, could turn blue.


Just in case you missed it:

Brown says he has merely tried to keep white Republicans from voting in Democratic primaries.

With gritted teeth...

...I bring you this article. This designer is ignorant and foolish.

The label's makers say it's more of a joke, but Atldax insists his graphic designs have a purpose beyond selling denim: to make young people question Christianity, a "force of evil" that he blames for sparking wars throughout history.

Let's take a look at historic warfare, shall we? Starting with the most recent and working our way back.

The Iraq war
The Gulf War
The Vietnam War
The Cold War
The Korean War
World War II
World War I
The War between the States
The War of 1812
The American Revolution

None of the above were sparked by Christianity - and those are just the more famous wars that I, in my limited knowledge, am vaguely familiar with. So I decided to do a google search on the history of war. It produced the War Scholar, a website that has created a timeline of wars across the globe dating back to the 30th century B.C. (That's 30 centuries of human warfare which pre-dates the existence of Christianity.)

So far, from the 1st to 5th century A.D., the non-Christian Romans were the dominant war-mongers, with a scattering of Saxons, Huns, Visigoths and others.

From the 5th to 8th century, Persia, Byzantine and China experience a great deal of warfare, none of it sparked by Christianity. The Muslims are the dominant warmongers during this time period.

From the 8th to 10th century the Muslims continue to do their part, while the Vikings (very non-Christian) rise to prominence, becoming infamous for their ability to rape, pillage and kill.

In the 10th century, the first mention of "Christian" in warfare occurs: The Spanish Christian-Muslim War. This conflict extends into the 11th century.

For ten centuries of post-Christianity warfare, Christianity appears to have played a pretty small part. Well, perhaps it becomes a bigger "force of evil" in the following ten centuries. Let's take a look, shall we?

Aha! At the end of the 11th century, the First Crusade begins! The much vaunted Crusades are frequently lifted up as proof of what a hate-filled, war-mongering religion Christianity is.

Asia and Europe both experience a hefty amount of conflict. Asia is non-Christian. Christian Europe wars with the Muslims, both at home and abroad. Many other conflicts take place, most having nothing to do with Christianity, I dare say.

The 12th century looks much the same.

In the 13th century, the infamous and non-Christian Genghis Khan appears. His Mongol hordes continue to sweep across Asia until the beginning of the 15th century. The 4th and 5th Crusades appear and disappear.

The 14th and 15th centuries see more warfare in Europe and Asia. Europe is considered to be Christian, but only in the Christian-Muslim conflicts can religion be accused of playing a large part. These Christian-Muslim conflicts are only a small portion of the warfare taking place.

Post-15th century, the Christian religion - more truly said the Catholic religion - does play a larger part in European warfare, with the 1st through 9th War of Religion. During this time period, non-Christian Asia continues to have plenty of conflict, while the ever hot-headed Muslims continue their war-like ways as well. Europe also has a great deal of other conflict which I find very unlikely to have been sparked by Christianity.

By this point, the documented wars are increasing in wearying number. Wars are taking place across the globe. I can tell with just a glance, however, that most of the wars and conflicts are not sparked by Christianity, or its more war-like offspring Catholicism.

Over these 20 centuries of warfare post-Christianity, civil war is the description that appears most frequently. I've also seen revolts, rebellions, wars for independence and of course, conquest. I know, without being a history major, that most - if not all - of these conflicts took place over land, power, wealth and resources - not religion. Religion was merely the cloak that a few wars dressed themselves in. The most infamous and deadly wars, World Wars I & II, were most certainly not sparked by Christianity.

So - 50 centuries of documented human warfare and only a very small amount of it could be argued to have been sparked by Christianity. Yep, real 'force of evil' there. Communism was a fuzzy bunny in comparison to the monstrosity that is Christianity! Islam is just a pretty field of daisies!

So, in the spirit of 'Guns don't kill people - people kill people' I bring you a new adage:

CHRISTIANITY DOESN'T START WARS - PEOPLE START WARS.

Thursday, December 29, 2005

The Rape of the Marlboro Man

Thanks to Rick at Crimson Chronicle for bringing this excellent article to my attention.

Yes, the talents of Hollywood's finest are brought together in a successful attempt at making us experience Ennis's suffering, supposedly inflicted by a homophobic society. Heath Ledger's performance is brilliant and devastating. We do indeed leave the theater feeling Ennis's pain. Mission accomplished.

Lost in all of this, however, are towering, life-and-death realities concerning sex and morality and the sanctity of marriage and the preciousness of children and the direction of our civilization itself. So please, you moviemakers, how about easing off that tight camera shot of Ennis's suffering and doing a slow pan over the massive wreckage all around him? What about the years of silent anguish and loneliness Alma stoically endures for the sake of keeping her family together, or the terrible betrayal, suffering and tears of the children, bereft of a father? None of this merits more than a brief acknowledgment in "Brokeback Mountain."


Check out the above link for the entire article.

Monday, December 26, 2005

C.S. Lewis

Recently Eaglewood posted on the subject of C.S. Lewis and a controversy that has arisen over whether or not he was really a Christian.

Having grown up reading The Chronicles of Narnia I was amazed that this was actually in question. I have a very hard time believing that anyone could write an allegory of Yeshua's death and resurrection and the Christian walk that has so much of YHWH's love for us reflected in it and yet not be redeemed. I suppose it is possible, but it is very improbable.

Eaglewood made a comment later that stood out to me:

Some of the things he has written can be seen in a way that looks to be unbiblical. He was a man who did from time to time look unto his own reasoning and logic to prove things rather than doing a Biblical argument.

First of all, I do believe that all of us struggle with leaning on our own understanding. I do not believe this was what Lewis was doing, however - nor do I think he was wrong to write books such as Mere Christianity that explained Biblical principles without relying on the Bible to do so. I think Lewis' intent can be summed up nicely in this one verse from Romans 1:

For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly seen, being understood through what has been made, so that they are without excuse.

The Bible we have today has not always been in existence. Abraham did not have the Bible, nor did Isaac, nor Jacob, nor Joseph. Even today there are many of the Redeemed that do not have ready access to the Written Word of G-d. These people do not have the ability to point out scriptures that back up their beliefs - they do, however, have the Word dwelling within them. They have the awareness of the Divine that every single person on Earth has, no matter how hard they struggle to rid themselves of it. There is nothing wrong with pointing out how G-d's law is written into nature, because it is.

Thomas, the one infamously known as 'Doubting Thomas" said he would not believe in the resurrection of Yeshua unless he could see and touch the wounds on His body.

Now Thomas (called Didymus), one of the Twelve, was not with the disciples when Jesus came. So the other disciples told him, "We have seen the Lord!" But he said to them, "Unless I see the nail marks in his hands and put my finger where the nails were, and put my hand into his side, I will not believe it."
A week later his disciples were in the house again, and Thomas was with them. Though the doors were locked, Jesus came and stood among them and said, "Peace be with you!" Then he said to Thomas, "Put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe."
Thomas said to him, "My Lord and my God!"
Then Jesus told him, "Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed."


Isn't this interesting? Thomas said he needed to see, and Yeshua granted his request! He did not tell Thomas "Tough luck - you'll just have to take it on faith." He did gently chastise Thomas, and blessed those that could believe without seeing, but He did not curse Thomas or those that want to see to believe.

This, I believe, is what C.S. Lewis was trying to do. He was not writing for Christians, but for non-Christians. He was not writing for those that already believed, but for those that did not believe, or whose faith was shaky. He was attempting to show that we can know that what is in the Bible is truth because that same truth is evident in everyday life. This is why he did not craft his arguments using the Bible itself as the basis. C.S. Lewis himself was led to redemption through this method, that of showing that reason and logic point to the Bible, rather than away from it.

Friday, December 23, 2005

The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

I had been looking forward to this movie ever since I heard they were making it. I love the Chronicles of Narnia but am not such a rabid fan of them as I am of The Lord of the Rings.

Ultimately, I was disappointed. Sorry to say, but I was. There were moments that I loved - I cried when Lucy first stepped into Narnia. But overall, the movie fell flat for me. Again, it was the little things that pushed me over the edge.

The biggest thing that really bothered me was that they took out the fact that Aslan was the son of the Emperor across the Sea. In the movie, they reference the deep magic which rules over Narnia - yet in the books, the deep magic was established by the Emperor across the Sea. The latter reference adds to the Christian allegory of the story, the former sounds very New Age.

One of the things that irritated me after awhile was the constant bickering. Yes, the children bickered in the book, but the movie seemed to concentrate too much on that aspect. They also turned Mr. and Mrs. Beaver into bickering comic relief.

I also felt that they needed to focus more on story and characters and less on flashy action. They added a lot of action that was not present in the books, which detracted from the story for me. The action was nice to look at, but left me feeling that a lot of the depth and substance of the story had suffered for it. My husband (who has never read the books) helped me put my finger on just what it was that bothered me when he pointed out that there was really no reason shown for why the children liked Aslan so well. They had only a short time with him before he died, so why did it affect them so strongly?

The last thing I had issue with was the Witch. She was well-acted, but they spent more time fleshing her out and making her look "cool" than they did for Aslan. Almost every advertisement I saw for the movie featured the Witch's face. This is another aspect of our society's apparent need to promote evil as being cool. They also downplayed just how afraid she was of Aslan, making it appear that they were closer to being equals than they were in the book.

My husband offered one other problem he had with the movie - the chemistry between the actors portraying Peter and Susan. He said it seemed more like they were dating than brother and sister. That made me laugh. Of course, they were both very attractive, so it would not surprise me if there was also some attraction between them. I remember what it was like being a teenager. I've always thought it must be pretty hard to pretend that the attractive member of the opposite sex you are working with is your sibling or your child. (This must be especially hard on the men, who might be working with a young bombshell with generously exposed cleavage!)

So anyway, I'm glad I saw the movie, and I look forward to seeing the rest, but ultimately it failed to earn a place in my heart among my favorite movies.

It's never the big things...

...that put me into explosively angry moods. It is always a collection of little things.

Last night, we left our son with my in-laws while we went and watched The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. Afterwards, we collected our son and drove home. This was around 11pm. My husband had me take over driving and then promptly fell asleep. When we got home, he was cognizant enough to get out and check the mail. Then he headed indoors. I gathered my first armful of items that needed to go inside and headed to the house as well. There, my husband was standing in the door. I figured maybe he'd see that I needed help carrying things. When I returned after putting the items on the table, I found my husband gone and the door wide open to the cold air. He was not at the car, helping to carry items or retrieve my son. He had gone to bed. Conveniently, he did not remember any of this in the morning. (Next time, I'm just going to steer him to the car and tell him to help carry things.)

I put my son to bed then got up and went downstairs, because my husband had reminded me (in the car, at 11pm) that he needed his deputy sheriff star sown on to his uniform before he went to work in the morning. Thanks, hon.
Downstairs, I discovered that whoever came over yesterday to take care of my housemate's dogs while we and she were gone had decided to put the heat on for them. Unfortunately, my housemate's heat does not heat - it air conditions. So they dropped the temperature in the house to 55 degrees.

So now I'm cold, tired and have a tension headache. Added to that, I'm hungry. I decide I'll have a piece of the apple pie that was in the fridge, warmed up in the microwave. It was not to be. Somebody had eaten the pie, quite possibly the same person that lowered the temperature in my house. Eventually I scrounged up something else, which was a poor substitute for warm apple pie. Then I set to work, only to find out that the star was so tough it was hard to push the needle through it. I was up until 3am sewing and even then could not finish sewing all sides of that darn star.

This morning might have started out better, if I had not discovered that instead of the diapers I had in the diaper bag, my mother-in-law put swim diapers on my son. She knows they are swim diapers, because she is the one that introduced me to them. So anyway, he took his morning pee all over our bed, and now there is a big wet spot with baking soda sprinkled on it. Why - why did my mother-in-law do this to me?

The house, of course, is still extremely cold and the outlook is not good for heating it up. My son made sure I was aware of the cold this morning by insisting on a) kicking the covers off while I was nursing him and b) pulling the covers off later when he thought it was time for me to be up and about. I did speak to my housemate on the phone, and she will speak to her ex-fiance and see if he knows how to get the heat working again.

So now I'm in a state of great irritability, one that needs only a little push here or there in order to explode into a state of fiery anger. I really, really want some chocolate - but the chocolate in the house is divided up between that small amount which belongs to my housemate, and the large bag of assorted truffles that I bought as a Christmas present yesterday.

Must - not - eat - Christmas - present!

Monday, December 19, 2005

Maybe I'm just cold-hearted

The only part of this article that bothered me was the part where they sometimes skin the dogs alive. Otherwise, why not make fur coats from stray dogs and cats? At least this way they're contributing to the economy instead of sucking up resources. How is this any worse than using cows for leather?

Discovery Channel!

Tonight, two bucks clash antlers in an effort to impress the does with their manliness. Go here and here for footage of the struggle.

Meanwhile, the pretty doe that started it all is fawning over another buck.

Grab your popcorn, folks, this should be an entertaining show.

Friday, December 16, 2005

Finally, a celebrity with some sense!

I usually like Morgan Freeman's movies.

I'm glad that he proves to have a better grasp of reality than many of his fellow actors.

Go here to read the article.

I am amused

Yesterday I was out walking with my son. A young man riding in a passing car yelled out the window:

"Damn, I'd like to get some of that [posterior]*!"

My first reaction was to think "you have got to be kidding me."

My second was to acknowledge that it was a compliment, however crude in its delivery, and I won't quarrel with compliments.

My third was to wonder if that makes me a MILF.**

When I told my husband that story, he laughed and said he'd like to think so.

*I don't actually mind using the word ass. I just think the sentence looks a lot funnier when I use posterior. =)

**If you don't know what that is, I don't think I want to tell you.

***I used asterisks in my writing prior to reading Amigo's blog. These here are a tribute to him, though.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Another prayer request

But this one isn't for me or my husband.

Recently on Amigo's Place a discussion about the death penalty has been taking place. A man named Brian wandered by Amigo's blog and was quite upset with Amigo's stance on the execution of the convicted murderer Tookie.

I'm not sure why, exactly, but after reading one of Brian's comments I became extremely sorrowful and concerned for him. I have read plenty of comments from liberals that disagree with my conservative views, and this is not usually the reaction that I have. In Brian's posts I glimpsed a once beautiful soul that has been sadly mangled. His spirit is deeply injured. He seems to be a compassionate man with a deep capacity for love, however misplaced that compassion is. I would guess, based on what he has written, that he grew up under oppressive and abusive conditions, perpetrated by people that claimed to be the children of G-d but were not.

I don't want the ones that have deceived Brian to triumph. I don't want to see his spirit crushed and his heart hardened any further. I want this man to experience what the true Father's love is really like. Please, everyone, if G-d impresses this on your heart as well, pray for Brian. Pray that G-d will send His true children into this man's life and that they will pour out G-d's love upon him. Pray that he will turn from darkness and be washed in the blood of Yeshua.

Snipped from James 5:

The effective prayer of a righteous man can accomplish much.
Elijah was a man with a nature like ours, and he prayed earnestly that it would not rain, and it did not rain on the earth for three years and six months.
Then he prayed again, and the sky poured rain and the earth produced its fruit.
My brethren, if any among you strays from the truth and one turns him back,
let him know that he who turns a sinner from the error of his way will save his soul from death and will cover a multitude of sins.

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Bananas!

My sister Joelle turns 27 today. I'm not sure how soon she'll be online again, as her husband is shipping out to basic training, but I know she'd probably appreciate it if anyone feels like dropping by her blog and saying "happy birthday".

Happy Birthday, sis!

A sign...

...that the Apocalypse draws nigh!

I've purchased a garment that has lace, embroidered flowers and is pink.

Only my family will really understand why the world will shortly end. =D

Sunday, December 11, 2005

Josh Groban is a metrosexual weenie!

Okay, I admit, I just used that title because I'm trying to get a rise out of Jo. That's not very nice of me, as she's all stressed out about packing and moving while her husband heads out to basic.

Josh Groban may not be a metrosexual weenie, but he certainly has unfortunate taste in the songs that he sings. When I listen to his album I have to program the CD player so that most of the songs played are his non-English songs. That way I can appreciate his beautiful voice without being distracted by exceptionally silly lyrics. Actually, it isn't just the lyrics - it is the lyrics combined with the way that he sings. Every song becomes pure melodrama.

These are excerpts from the worst of the bunch, which I inflict on my readers because I am feeling cruel tonight.

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artists' loving hand

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now


For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

Vincent Van Gogh was no sissy. He cut off his own ear, for pete's sake! If he knew someone had written such a silly song about him, he'd probably come back from the grave to exact vengeance.

"You took your life as lovers often do" has to be, hands-down, the silliest lyric in the entire song. If lovers often took their lives, the population of the world would be smaller and people would be a lot more hesitant to begin a romantic relationship. It isn't the Romeo & Juliette types that commit suicide, it is sad, lonely, middle-aged men who have been cut off from their families and sad, lonely teenagers that feel cut off from everyone.

Here are excerpts from another song that does nothing to enhance Groban's masculinity:

I know you're gone
I watched you leave
I always thought
That it was me
You made it clear
With that last kiss
You couldn't live a life
With maybe's and whatif's


When every boat
Has sailed away
And every path
Is marked and paved
When every road
Has had its say
Then I'll be bringing you back
Home to stay

So his chick leaves him to tour the world, and he's going to wait at home like a sad puppy hoping she'll come back? Dude, if you run after her and grab it back, they can still reattach it! Quick, before she throws it out a window!

(Blogger hates every attempt of mine to edit a post with HTML, so I'm just going to leave the screwy font on the lyrics alone for now.)

Saturday, December 10, 2005

Shaq gets his badge

Buried at the end of this fluff article is a disturbing thing:

And in September he did just that. After seeing a man throw a bottle and yell anti-gay slurs at a passer-by, O'Neal trailed the man and helped an officer arrest him as a hate-crime suspect.

I'm speechless.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

This makes me very sad

Billy D of In Deo Veritas is packing up and heading out.

I know he will be greatly missed.



Man, I'm actually blinking away tears.

Monday, December 05, 2005

Vengeance is Mine...

From Deuteronomy 32:

'Vengeance is Mine, and retribution,
In due time their foot will slip;
For the day of their calamity is near,
And the impending things are hastening upon them.'

Some call it Karma. Some call it reaping what you sow. Whatever your choice of description, astute people throughout history have recognized that what you do returns to you in some shape or form. This is, I believe, a spiritual law put in place by YHWH.

Therefore I found this article on Worldnetdaily to be very interesting and illuminating. Some portions of note:

Women who have an abortion face a 248 percent greater risk of suicide, accidental death or homicide in the following year, according to a newly released 13-year Finnish study.

While the risk of death among women who had given birth in the prior year was lowest, death from suicide, accidents and homicide was highest among women who had an abortion in the previous year.

The study also found that the increase in the risk of death was from suicides and accidents. It showed a 154 percent higher risk of death from suicide and 82 percent higher risk of death from accidental injuries.

The saddest part of the article:

"Women seeking abortions should be informed that abortion is associated with significant physical and mental health risks, and it also deprives them of numerous physical and mental health benefits associated with childbirth." Reardon said.

He added, it's "especially important for health care providers to be aware of these risks and the risk factors which identify those women who are at highest risk."


"Providing women with the resources to help them resolve emotional issues relating to past abortions will not only increase their well-being but may possibly save their lives," he said.


No mention is made of the need to encourage women not to seek abortions in the first place.

Only those that walk in darkness, calling evil good and good, evil, can continue to put forth that abortion is not harmful or that it is in any way beneficial to women to be able to have abortion on demand.

Thanks to Erik at Emunda for bringing this to my attention.

Sunday, December 04, 2005

Drugs and psychiatry

Recently I made a hasty comment over at Billy D's blog in regards to an article he posted about the TeenScreen program.

Roci posted a good response about the interpretation of statistical facts. I have to admit, I saw what I wanted to see. They had mentioned that 100% of the teens that committed suicide in Pasco County were being treated with drugs or psychiatric therapy. I interpreted this to mean that the drugs and psychiatry had pushed the children over the edge.

I still believe that drug treatment is usually ineffective and often dangerous. I'm sure you all have read of the "black box" warnings now required to appear on certain prescription drugs that have been known to cause suicidal thoughts in people that use them.

I have had to modify my opinion, though, to the extent that I must acknowledge that the treatment is not necessarily a causative effect in regards to suicide - it's more likely that the treatmet is simply ineffective. This, really, should have been a no-brainer for me.

When someone is taking prescription drugs, those drugs cannot fix the person's mental or physical ailment. At best, they can only make the symptoms more manageable. In the case of physical ailments, ultimately the person's body must get rid of the ailment, if it can. In the case of mental ailments - which I believe are more accurately labeled spiritual ailments - the only true cure is to die with Yeshua and be raised again to a new life in Him. Not only can He help a person manage their symptoms, He can get rid of the cause for the symptoms, if only that person will allow Him to.

Where are Joseph and Daniel when I need them?

Caution: the dream I am about to relate has some horrific content. If you are squeamish and do not enjoy horror movies, I recommend that you skip this post.

In my dream, when I gave birth to my son I also gave birth to his twin brother, whom the doctors attendant at the birth assured me was stillborn.

I buried the deceased twin in the woods behind my house. It was not for any sinister reason. I was not trying to hide the body. It just seemed like the natural thing to do. I buried the head and the body separately. That also seemed like the natural thing to do.

The dream moved forward in time. I was microwaving several chunks of meat, among them a meatloaf sized slab of beef. When I returned to the microwave to obtain some of the beef, it was not beef but my dead baby's head. Unfazed by its appearance in place of the beef, I took a knife and began slicing off small pieces from the neck. It seemed completely natural and normal to eat my dead child. When I pressed the knife into the forehead, my baby's eyes opened and its facial muscles began moving.

I screamed, horrified not because I had been about to eat my dead child, but because it had been alive when I buried it, and was still alive sans body. I ran to my mother, rapidly explaining what had happened. At this time, I recalled that I thought I had seen the baby's eyes flutter as I buried it, but had dismissed it as impossible.

My mother took the news calmly. In fact, she implied that this kind of thing had happened before to other women. (That is, that the child had appeared dead when it was still alive.) She retrieved my child's body and sewed it and the head back together. Despite having been buried for months, the head was undecayed, though still damaged from where I had sliced into it. The body was also largely undecayed, though there were a sprinkling of spots of raw flesh across the upper back where the skin had been eaten away.

The newly restored son quickly grew to match his brother's size and motor skills. The dream blurred and moved forward in time. Now my sons were nine years old. Vincent existed only in a peripheral way, as the nameless twin was the focus of the dream. I felt guilty for having caused my son's frightening appearance as well as some health issues, including partial deafness and impaired speech. His body, though it grew, had never repaired any of the damaged flesh. However, I loved him dearly. He was a very sweet, highly intelligent child. The rest of the family accepted him just as warmly.

We took him out in public for the first time to attend a community meeting. We kept him well covered so that his appearance would not cause any problems.

Unfortunately, he attracted the notice of an unpleasant woman that grew irritated when he would not respond to her, being unaware that he was partially deaf. Before I could interfere she had moved forward to lecture him, cornering him with his back against the door. Frightened, he reached out and touched her nose, which crumpled and sunk into her face.

I had long suspected that he had some kind of mysterious power. Now it had manifested for everyone to see. While people were standing up and nervously asking their neighbors what had happened I made my way over to my boy. I was very sad. I explained to him that I loved him and understood if he needed to leave, as there would surely be trouble in a very short time.

He left, then reappeared after what felt like a few months, while I was once again attending a community meeting. He had mastered his magical ability to the extent of being able to fully restore his body. He also felt more like an equal than my son. He had come back to tell all of us that we had the same power that he did and that with training, we could do anything he could. Apparently, there were people of influence over the community that had convinced our ancestors that they had no power, so that it was repressed in their descendents.

I was extremely excited by this news and regressed to the behavior of childhood, smiling, squealing and jumping up and down as everyone began talking, amazed at this turn of events.

The dream ended on this celebratory note.



This is, hands-down, the most bizarre and disturbing dream I have ever, ever had. While the dream was taking place, I took things pretty matter-of-factly, but when I woke up I was pretty twitchy until able to write down what I remembered of the dream.

If you're thinking that I must be some kind of sociopath to be having dreams like this, I don't know what to respond. I certainly don't feel like a sociopath. I'm not sure if I should blame the fondue I had for supper that night, or the icecream I had at midnight an hour or two before going to bed. Perhaps there was something deeper at work. I don't know - all I know is that if I knew of a Joseph or a Daniel in this present age, I'd sure be asking them if there was a spiritual interpretation for this dream!

Update:

I realized that I left out much of my emotional responses in the dream.

I was very matter-of-fact about the initial loss of my child. After I realized he had been alive all along, I never blamed the doctors that had said he was dead, I only blamed myself for not paying attention to what my intuition was telling me while burying him.
While my son was growing up I saw him as being special and somehow set-apart, not from the circumstances surrounding his restoration to me, but because of his intelligence and loving attitude. Being his mother seemed somehow incidental.
There was nothing overtly spiritual about the dream. I do not remember ever once thinking about G-d and what His part was in these events. If He even existed in that dream world, it was in the same shadowy way in which my real son Vincent, my husband and certain other family members existed.
When I woke up, despite the positive note on which the dream had ended, I couldn't help but feel that the ending was somehow sinister.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

People are buffalo

Forget the sheep analogy. People are buffalo. If you can get one near-sighted buffalo to start running for the cliff, all the buffalo start running for the cliff. And they will trample anyone that gets in their way!

Just because a large segment of the population supports something does not make it right. After all, most Germans supported taking the Jew's stuff away from them then packing them into trains and shipping them off to concentration camps.

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Something positive

With all that's bad and ugly in the news, it's nice to see something good for a change.

This article is a refreshing reminder that honesty and gratitude still exist.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

New Addition

Usually I'm too lazy to mention that I've added a new link.

However, Heidi is well-worth the mention. If you have not already visited her blog I can assure you that the trip will be worthwhile.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Another dream

(Feel free to skip right over this - I post these primarily for myself, my sister Joelle and pseudo-sis Lisa.)

I dreamt that Mike and I had very recently married, and that I had come to live with him in the enormous mansion bequeathed to him by his parents. He had also inherited magical power from his parents, which arrived in the form of lightning after they accidently struck a tree while out on their flying carpet. His parents had laughed as they died, knowing that they were simply being released from their bodies and that they would shortly be with G-d.

Mike was being hounded by demonic witches and warlocks. When their attempt to frame him and I for a crime (I believe it may have been murder) seemed to be failing, they struck out at us directly. They stood outside our bedroom window and as they chanted invocations a storm broke, lashing the house with rain. They did not create nor control the storm, it simply arrived in response to the magical energies being released. Their magic took the form of a pool of blood, which spread over the side of the house and begin to seep in, together with the rain, beneath the window which was not properly sealed.

While I focused on the seeping blood, Mike disappeared from my side - to appear shortly afterwards outside in the storm, to face our foes alone. They melted away rather than confront him directly. In the morning when I went outside I saw that he had placed symbols of protection on each side of our bedroom window. They had been beautifully crafted to appear as if they were simply glass decorations.

Unfortunately during these travails, our mansion was beset with guests - I say beset, because they were not actually invited my Mike or by myself. At least two of them were police detectives. The others were mostly children, which kept me busy as they ran amok through the house. This left me irritated and sexually frustrated, as we could not find time to ourselves during the day (and our attempts at intimacy had been halted the previous night by the attacks of the witches and warlocks.) At one point I paused and saw Mike outside, reading a book while sitting on a swing under one of the trees. He looked exhausted and on the verge of becoming seriously ill. I yearned to go to him, full of feelings of tenderness knowing that he pushed himself so hard because of me.

At this point, one witch and one warlock paid me a visit. The demonic entity which possessed the witch had taken a very heavy toll. She had been a pretty woman, but now her skin was charcoal gray and her eyes were sunken and burned red with demonic ferocity. She attempted to goad me into killing her, knowing that if I succumbed to temptation that I would have taken my first step on the road to evil. I wanted to kill her, but wouldn't because I knew what the result would be. Finally one of the police detectives grew tired of hearing the witch asking to be killed - he stood up, walked over to her and crushed her skull underneath his heel.

At this point the dream became somewhat muddled - our guests, which were mostly assembled with me in the parlor, grew to include some actual demonic entities. They were telling the detectives about the pool in one part of the mansion which was actually a portal to Narnia (and I hadn't known this until they mentioned it!). They were also trying to claim that Narnia was actually a pagan stronghold which had been taken over and conquered by murderous, imperialistic English and Americans that sought to shape it to their own ends. These claims actually made me more indignant than the prior attacks on my husband and myself.

Unfortunately, as interesting and fascinating as this dream was, it could not last forever. Those damnable dogs began barking and woke me up.

I've never had a dream in which I felt such strong romantic feelings for my husband. It also seemed as if a side to him that exists in reality but which he normally keeps hidden was exposed in the dream - the way he cherished me was completely transparent. All in all, a very nice dream - very dark and gothic, but filled with moments of intense beauty.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

I should definitely be in bed right now

But I started reading WND and ran across this article about the apparent controversy surrounding the movie version of The Chronicles of Narnia.

Some highlights:

"This isn't supposed to be a Christian film, any more than (Lewis) set out to write a Christian book," says Douglas Gresham of Dublin, Ireland, Lewis' stepson, a staunch Christian and co- producer of the upcoming film.

"It validates the way they like to be seen. If Lewis were here and you asked him if he wrote this book for Christians, I think he'd say no. Nor did he write it as an evangelistic tool. I believe he wrote it as a children's book."

Actually, Narnia sprang from Lewis' dreams. As a teen, Lewis had a vision of a faun in a snowy wood, carrying parcels and an umbrella. At age 50, he decided to make a story out of the image. Lewis was dreaming of lions at the time, and the character of a lion-messiah named Aslan jumped into his mind. "The whole Narnian story is about Christ," [emphasis mine] wrote Lewis in a 1961 letter to a child.

"That is to say, I asked myself, 'Supposing that there really was a world like Narnia and supposing it had (like our world) gone wrong and supposing Christ wanted to go into that world and save it (as He did ours) what might have happened?' The stories are my answers."


People are lying weasels, aren't they?

This was my favorite part of the article:

Their success means that two of Hollywood's hottest fantasy franchises, "Lord of the Rings" and "Chronicles of Narnia," are based on tales penned by two Christians devoted to God: J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis.

An atheist for most of his life, Lewis converted at age 32 after a long talk with his friend Tolkien, a Catholic then writing "The Lord of the Rings."


Both writers - Oxford academics who talked theology, metaphysics and fantasy over drinks at the local pub - believed that myth and fairy tale best expressed universal truth.


What I wouldn't give to have been a fly on the wall for those conversations! I have enormous respect and admiration for both Tolkien and Lewis.

I am really looking forward to seeing The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. I think C.S. Lewis' message will still be apparent, despite anyone's efforts to obfuscate it.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Compliments

Recently, Bane and ajw308 each paid me a very sweet compliment. I was tickled pink, but completely at a loss as to how to thank them - so I simply said nothing.

Now, I find myself wanting to say some complimentary things about the people whose blogs I read - things I've often thought to myself but never wrote.

First of all, I think all of you are very intelligent and thoughtful. Even better than that, I can see G-d's love and wisdom in each of you and recognize that you are, indeed, His beloved sons and daughters - and therefore my brothers and sisters. I feel privileged and blessed to have found each of you. Through sharing your lives, you continually enrich mine. If I could pick my flesh and blood relatives, I would want you to be mine!


Now, if your first reaction was a mental scream of 'run away, run away!' don't worry, I haven't the knowledge or the means with which to stalk any of you. =P

Friday, November 18, 2005

And now for something light-hearted

Today, Vox posted about Vin Diesel.

From there, the thread progressed to a discussion of shaved heads on men. These are the highlights.

From Billy D:

It's the shaved head thing. It gives you an "I don't give a fu**" attitude. I know, I have one. Look what happened to Bruce Willis when he shave his head. He finally shed that bag of excrement called Demi and started acting like a man.

VD, you can vouch for this. The head shaving thing, even partially, "does things". You're in the mirror feeling like DeNiro in Taxi Driver. That doesn't just ebb away.

From Difster:

My head is now 'mostly shaved'. It's about 1/2" on top and 1/4" on the sides. I must say, I have been getting some female attention lately and it seems attributable to that. Back when I was in the Marines and had a shaved head or short hair I looked like a dork. My face has a different shape now though.I dunno, it could just be my imagination/wishful thinking.

From PORCUS:

I'd love to shave my head and get that slick 'airstream trailer' look. I'm fighing a losing battle with my hairline anyway...baldness is an enemy I might be able to embrace and accept as my own.

Mrs. PORCUS isn't down with the shaved head look, though.

Our compromise is this...the day I get my body into 'Vin Diesel' condition I can shave my head.

Unless it all falls out by itself (or I win the lottery and have nothing to do all day but hang out in the gym) I don't see it happening.

From M1A1:

About a year ago, I started working out doing some bodywieght exercises. Just 5-10 Minutes a day at home. (I can't stand gyms).

A couple of months ago, my wife looks at my pecs and comments "You're starting to look like Arnold".

My daughter 11, noticing my lack of hair, says "Nahhh. More like Vin Diesel". (She'd just seen the Pacifier).

I'm not huge or anything, so I thought they were just being nice.

A few weeks later it was Halloween. Traditionally, I wear a Star Trek red shirt and greet the kids with a scottish accent "More Candy?, If I give ye any more, you'll blow! (chunks)".

(Yeah, I'm a geek, so what?)

So the shirt is normally, tight, but this year it's way tighter across the chest.

I didn't realize how tight until a neighbor comes up to me outside and starts poking me in the chest. He tells me he was just trying to figure out whether I was wearing fake plastic muscles under the shirt, or if I had been working out.

So I ate him. And his car. And his house.

True story.

Now it's my turn to weigh in.

I have frequently thought that long hair on a man looked sexy. I have never thought that long hair on a man looked manly. Shaved or extremely short hair? Now that looks manly and sexy!

When a woman shaves her head, it just looks like she is trying too hard. Give it up, darling. You'll never be as tough as the men! (If my little sister reads this, she is going to KILL ME.)

Oh, and Difster - yes, the attention is all attributable to your haircut. It couldn't possibly be because you are a) smart b) confident and c) cute.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Clean-up

I tidied up my links, deleting one that had not seen activity for over two months, and making the addition of The Brew*Crew Adventure. I also went through and made sure that I had each blog's entire title, which means that some of you have switched places in order for my listing to remain alphabetical.

Monday, November 14, 2005

Abortion for rape, incest or health of the mother

I've decided that instead of trying to argue this subject over at Vox's, where I am certain to simply go in circles, that I would post my opinion here on my own blog.

Now, a lot of people that do not otherwise support abortion will support it in the event of rape, incest or if the life of the mother is in danger.

If I were raped and became pregnant, I would not get an abortion. That child might be the product of a rape but it would still be my child. Now, if my husband could not handle raising a child that was not his own, I would go ahead and place the child up for adoption, but otherwise I would keep it and love it. I wouldn't look at it and see my rapist - I would look at it and see a miracle, proof that something good can happen even in the worst of circumstances.

Now, I've never been raped, so this is pure speculation on my part. It's possible that I would behave differently should I be unfortunate enough to actually end up in a situation like that.

Now, incest just makes me squeamish. It's also something that isn't going to happen to me. I still don't support aborting children that came from incest. Put them up for adoption, but don't kill them for something they had no control over.

Now, as to the health of the mother - I've already discussed this with my husband - he had assumed, correctly, that if it came down to a situation of my survival or the baby's survival, that the baby would be my choice.

This is the way I look at it - if I were given a choice between saving my life at the cost of my son's, or of saving his life at the cost of my own, I would try to save his life. It is what any loving parent would do. So why in the world would I kill one of my children to save my life, just because it hasn't been born yet? People that support that kind of thing must not see an unborn child as being fully human.

Dreams

I had several dreams last night.

In one, my infant son had been kidnapped by a cult. By the time I and the people helping me had caught up with them, fought our way through their minions and captured two of the women in charge of the cult, I found out that I was too late to save my son - he had been sacrificed.

So, while the people that were helping me looked on silently, I sliced open one woman's abdomen and chest, removing her heart and liver (which was what had been done to my son). I was about to do the same to the second woman when I woke up.

I would have found that dream a lot more disturbing and emotionally impacting if the child in question had been my son Vincent, but it was in fact some other child, alive and then dead only in my dream.

After falling back asleep, I again dreamt of cult members kidnapping children. This time, they kidnapped the infant sons of two other women. I was only a peripheral character in this dream, observing but not really involved until closer to the end. I was informed of what had happened by my contact at a hospital. The two infants had been found, but they had been lying together in darkness and squalor for so long that they had grown together, as if they were Siamese twins. One mother went into immediate denial when confronted with this monstrosity, while the other mother went insane. Surprisingly, the hospital staff, including the male nurse I was speaking with, viewed the case with a lot of compassion and genuinely cared about the children. Unfortunately, as I was both a participant and an observer of the dream at this point, I knew that one of the other male nurses on the staff was attempting to poison the nurse I was speaking with, pin the blame on me, then kidnap the children and return them to the cult they had been freed from. (This part was actually kind of funny, as the observer-me knew what was being planned, but couldn't tell the participant-me.)

I woke up before that dream concluded as well.

I remember other snippets of dreams as well, most of which revolved around similar themes - such as fleeing from kidnappers that wanted my son.

As long as my dreams are not deeply emotionally impacting (such as the death of my real life child or family member), I enjoy even the ones that many people might see as deeply disturbing and horrific. They're generally like movies in which I can actually participate. Have any of you ever wanted to be able to magically jump into a movie? I used to want to do this all the time when I was younger - if I didn't like the way the movie turned out, I would daydream about jumping into the movie and changing the outcome.

Friday, November 11, 2005

Leviathan or "Here there be dragons"

I have been fascinated by G-d's description of Leviathan since I was a child. I believed then, as I do now, that G-d was describing a creature which is probably extinct. I used to fantasize about growing up to be the person that discovered Leviathan.

Well, eventually I realized it was a childish dream which was unlikely to become reality and it was filed away with other daydreams of equal unlikeliness.

Imagine my surprise one day when I read in the news that Leviathan had been discovered! Oh, that isn't what they called it - but after reading the description I was 99% certain that the creature whose skeleton had been found was the creature described in Job 41. (Yes it is an entire chapter, but worth the time to read it.)

That creature was SuperCroc.

How am I convinced that this is the Leviathan of legend? This particular passage in Job 41:

"His sneezes flash forth light,
And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
"Out of his mouth go burning torches;
Sparks of fire leap forth.
"Out of his nostrils smoke goes forth
As from a boiling pot and burning rushes.
"His breath kindles coals,
And a flame goes forth from his mouth.


SuperCroc has a huge cavity in his nose which the scientists are baffled by. They speculate as to what it was used for, but cannot arrive to any definite conclusions. Well, the way I look at it, G-d certainly knew how to describe His own creation, and it isn't very likely that He would say something breathed fire if it did not in fact breath fire.

I also believe that Leviathan may have originated the tales of dragons. Stories of fire-breathing reptilian monsters exist in many different cultures and have been around for many centuries.

I also discovered something today while searching for 'Leviathan' at Biblegateway.com. Leviathan is mentioned in places other than Job:

Psalm 74:14

You crushed the heads of Leviathan;
You gave him as food for the creatures of the wilderness.


Psalm 104:25-26

There is the sea, great and broad,
In which are swarms without number,
Animals both small and great.
There the ships move along,
And Leviathan, which You have formed to sport in it.


Isaiah 27:1

In that day the LORD will punish Leviathan the fleeing serpent,
With His fierce and great and mighty sword,
Even Leviathan the twisted serpent;
And He will kill the dragon who lives in the sea.


This is why I love science - even though it has become extremely corrupted, when you look past the evolutionary, godless drivel, you see the wondrous creation which declares the glory of G-d!

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Scientific truth?

Scientific truth seems to be almost oxymoronic these days.

I was watching a show on the Science Channel called What really killed the dinosaurs?

The theory which has been accepted by mainstream science is that a massive meteor impact, thought to have occurred in the Yucutan Peninsula, caused the extinction of the dinosaurs.

The supposed evidence for this is as follows:

Signs of a global catastrophe at the K-T boundary
Iridium
Soot
Acid rain
A possible tsunami
Fern spoors
A later ice age

Iridium is not usually found in high concentrations on Earth. It is found in high concentrations in space. At which point I wonder - just because it normally isn't, doesn't automatically mean the iridium in question came from space. Are there any other possible explanations? Have they been explored?

Couldn't soot and acid rain be caused by volcanic eruptions?

We know for a fact tsunamis can be caused by earthquakes.

Fern spoors in great abundance show that most other vegetation on earth was wiped out at that time period. Again, why does that mean it would have to have been a meteor?

The same applies to evidence of a later ice age.

So, it now appears to this layperson that this entire theory is largely built up around the idea that iridium in large quantities has to have arrived from space.

The second theory presented on the show was - get this - global warming. (Call me paranoid, but it almost seemed like an excuse to push the current global warming theory. Watch out - global warming killed the dinosaurs and it could kill you too!) Supposedly, the extinction of the dinosaurs actually took place over a long period of time, following the impact at the Yucutan Peninsula. Later, a second impact appeared to have taken place, which finished the job of killing off the dinosaurs.

Let me take you over a few things I noticed:

One, they spoke of rock layers that 'can form very slowly over thousands of years'.
Yes? Does that mean they did? By using that terminology, doesn't it also apply that they could form quickly? Is there really any way of proving how long it took to form the layers?

Another thing they mentioned was how evidence against the original impact/extinction theory was because layers of sandstone found above the evidence of the impact showed signs of having been colonized by worms that went extinct at the same time as the dinosaurs.

You know what's wrong with this picture? They have no proof those worms went extinct with the dinosaurs. Until they can conclusively prove that those worms went extinct with the dinosaurs, they cannot speculate with any amount of credibility.

Here's a theory that encompasses much of what was presented - a catastrophic world-wide flood takes place, accompanied by earthquakes, volcanic erruptions and tsunamis. The impact of it is indeed global in nature. Afterwards, a short 'ice age' takes place because of the climate changes that occurred. (Admittedly, I would have to do further research into the presence of iridium.)

My entire point, though, is that what they present as being 'obvious' is in fact anything but. The majority of scientific study into geology will never be anything but sheer speculation - because they cannot actually go back and observe what took place.

Update:

I did a google search on 'iridium origins' and the first result returned was this:

Dewey M. McLean and others argue that the iridium may have been of volcanic origin instead.The Earth's core is rich in iridium, and Piton de la Fournaise on RĂ©union, for example, is still releasing iridium today.

Saturday, November 05, 2005

Israel

The modern nation of Israel: cause of more death and destruction than Hitler's campaign against the Jews in WWII? Renee thinks so:

"After all, if not for the death of six million Jews, it is unlikely that Israel would be an established nation today."

Yes, and most historians agree that the creation of Israel was an utmost disaster. Since it began, the conflict has caused more death and destruction than the damage caused by Hitler towards the Jews in WWII.

Renee, your stance is absolutely without merit.

Hitler killed SIX MILLION Jews. Plus, many more were driven from their homes and their countries. That's an awful lot of death and destruction.

How, pray tell, does the modern nation of Israel even come close to having caused SIX MILLION deaths? I would truly love to hear the breakdown on this one.

Anyone else care to add to this?


Friday, November 04, 2005

We all knew DC was a cesspool

Now, a further example. This grotesque article demonstrates quite clearly what a terrible thing sexual promiscuity is.

The most disturbing part of the article is the fact that 1 in 20 people in DC are diagnosed with AIDS. That means the actual number is higher, as I am sure there are plenty of people in DC running around undiagnosed. Ugh.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Technically...

...the body parts in his fridge did not prove Jeffrey Dahmer killed anyone.

Just like the fact that this man's sperm was found on the bodies of ten different murdered women proves nothing but that he had sex with them before they died.

Sheesh. It's almost enough for me to rescind my opinion that the death penalty should not be applied in cases where the conviction comes from circumstantial evidence.

Men, women and personal responsibility

A while ago I had to come to terms with the fact that Mankind's fall began with the weakness of the first woman. It was a realization that was abhorrant to me.

Unfortunately, I notice that many men (especially those that frequent Vox's blog) have yet to come to terms with the fact that Mankind's fall ended with the weakness of the first man.

Time and time again, I see men complaining about American women and how terrible they are. They blame women for the awful state of America today.

What they do not realize is that American women are what they are because men failed to be godly leaders of their own homes. While they stood by or busied themselves with less important matters, their wives and daughters were tempted to rebel - and because the fruit of that rebellion seemed good to eat, men allowed it to happen and then partook of it themselves.

Yes, the female gender is responsible for the state of America today - and so is the male gender.

Saturday, October 29, 2005

Not feeling very loving right now...

Some of you may consider this to be harsh. It is spoken out of anger and indignation.

I want Iran to be wiped off the face of the Earth. I mean it. I want it to be destroyed the way the Caananite nations were destroyed when Israel took possession of their G-d-given land for the first time. I want Iran destroyed down to the last man, woman and child. It is, from all appearances, a thoroughly G-dless, hate-filled nation.

This article is what caused this outburst.

One of these days, one of these days.

One might wonder what the difference is between my statements and the Iranian statements. Well, my statements are not directed at a nation set apart by YHWH Himself. The Iranians are not just hate-filled - they're blind and stupid. To put it in human terms - it is as if they're threatening the children of a very powerful man. Good thing they're willing to die for their cause because that is just what is going to happen.